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johnnycadesmuse · 25 days ago

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♱ ⋆ . ༄ knockin on heaven's door

—dallas winston x preachers daughter

warnings: nsfw, pnv, f!receiving, creampie

"you're to never see that boy again." that's what your father said before he sent you off to boarding school, one so religious that it made mormons look like atheists.

you had invited your boyfriend Dallas over earlier that day to hang out. your father was to be teaching a sermon all afternoon, giving you and Dallas plenty of time to spend together alone. he had your thighs over his shoulders, his lips slowly trailing toward your core, causing you to let out soft giggles. the door suddenly bursts open, your father standing in the doorway, still in his clergy.

next thing you knew, you were in the back of your fathers car, sitting next to a suitcase as he began to lecture you.

after 3 long, gruelling months of constant praying and bible studies, you were finally back in Tulsa, Oklahoma. you never thought that you'd be so happy to see such a shithole of a town again. you missed the constant greaser vs. soc rivalry, gang fights, and even the insults that were thrown at you by the soc girls that hung around the diner.

you slammed your suitcase onto the velvet armchair that sat in the corner of your room before flopping onto your mattress.

"fuck it's hot" you sighed, ripping off your soft white dress, tossing it into the corner of your room.

"your hot." you heard a familiar deep voice say from behind you.

"jesus christ!" you shouted, turning around to see Dallas standing in the corner with his arms crossed, a big smirk plastered across his face as he admired your body.

"you okay sweetheart?" you heard your father shout.

"yup! just.. praying." you smiled as you and Dallas continued to make eye contact. Dallas let out a chuckle, one that sounded like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered, walking over to him. his hands quickly found their way to your waist, his fingers toying with the lace that lined your panties. "how'd you know I got back?"

"I've been counting the days." he smiled, kissing your neck softly. "I missed you."

"baby if my father finds you here, your done."

"then i'll confess" he shrugged, making you giggle. "what?, is it against the lord to see my beautiful girlfriend?"

"it's against the lord to trespass. it's also against the law."

"you know I don't do laws." he smiled before slowly walking you over to your mattress, laying you down onto the floral cotton sheets below. "I'll do you though"

"your an animal, Dal." Dally began to softly kiss you, his hands rubbing the plush skin of your thighs. he settles himself between your legs, his st. christopher dangling over you, the cold metal brushing against your hot skin.

"honey!" your father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. your heart stopped, dally and you looking at one another in fear as you heard footsteps making their way closer up the stairs before stopping halfway. "i'm going over to Mrs. Porters house for prayer! i'll see you' later! and if I come home to find that hoodlum in my house again you'll be gone for a year!"

"yes daddy!" you shout back downstairs, Dally smirking. the front door shuts and you immediately lean in to begin kissing him again before he pulls away, stopping you.

"daddy?"

"oh shut up and fuck me." you tell him before pulling him in by his chain, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"yes ma'am" he said into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you slipped your fingers through his brown tufts, tugging slightly at the roots, causing him to groan into your mouth. "god I missed you. I missed this sexy little body. I missed how sweet you taste. I missed all of you" Dally whispers into your ear before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. you raked your nails down his stomach, creating goosebumps down his spine.

he licked his lips as he looked down at you, the life sight in front of him hardening the bulge in his pants. your hair was sprawled out onto the bed, your matching white set blending in with the sheets below, your cross necklace sitting perfectly over your collarbone. "fuck your gorgeous."

you bit your lip at the compliment, turning your face to the side to hide your flushed expression. he placed his finger on the side of your cheek, pulling your face back toward him. he placed soft kisses all over your cheeks and forehead before making his way down your body. "I wanna taste you." Dally whispers, leaving opened mouth kisses upon your inner thighs. the last time you were both in this position, it ended in you being sent away— but now, you two could finish what you started.

he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. he spread your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds. his eyes looked up at you with a mix of innocence and lust. just as he was about to place his mouth where you needed him most, he pulled away, clasping his hands into a prayer pose. you laughed, slapping him playfully.

"what? a man can't pray before eating. I thought that's what y'all christian's did?"

before you could response, his tongue was eating you out like a man starved. your hand flew to his hair, the other gripping the sheets as you let out loud and desperate moans. "fuck.. yes...." you gasped, biting your lower lip.

your reactions only spurred him on, his technique growing more aggressive yet passionate. he groaned into your pussy as you tugged harshly on his hair, sending vibrations throughout your core. "fuck! do that again!" he obeyed, humming into your clit as he sucked harshly, bringing you closer to the edge. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum!"

"do it sweetheart, cum on my face." and you did, letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your liquids dripping down his chin as he raised himself back up, climbing on top of you.

you two began kissing again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra as you unzipped his jeans, both of you pulling off each article. he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard dick that you missed the feeling of.

"this okay?" he asked, you humming in response. he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your soaked hole, slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. "fuck.. I missed this pretty little pussy. my pretty little pussy"

he began moving at a slower pace, allowing you to adjust to his length after not being filled with it for so long. he grabbed your thigh with one hand, his other holding your face as you both maintained eye contact as he fucked himself into you. "shit.." you whimpered, staring into his dark eyes.

the moment was so intimate. your sweaty bodies were pressed against one another, practically becoming one. his breath fanned over your neck as he hid his face into your shoulder, his grip on your thigh tightening as he could feel the both of you growing closer to your peak. you wrapped both of your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper than before, your body exuding a loud moan. "there we go" Dally praised as his thrusts became faster and harder, making you grow louder and louder. "you're such a good girl baby.. such a good girl. taking me so well. you always fit me so perfectly don't ya'?"

you couldn't respond, you only nodded at his words as you felt yourself growing closer to climax. "i'm gon- cum-" you sobbed, tears in your eyes as he continued to hit that one sweet spot within your womb.

"yeah? you gonna cum baby?" he whispered almost sympathetically, giving you the dark doe eyes that you loved oh so much about him, especially during times like this. "cum for me"

and you did, finishing with a loud moan of his name. "i'm so close, where do you want me?"

"inside.. I want you to fill me up" you muttered, Dally's eyes widening. "it's okay. i'm on the pill." you reassured him, sending a wave of relief over him. you pressed kisses against the skin of his neck as he came inside of you, shooting thick ropes into you.

"fuck.." he said breathlessly on top of you, kissing your chest that was still glistening with sweat. "I missed you so bad baby, you have no idea"

"I missed you too.." you smiled before passionately kissing him, your hand cupping his jaw.

"now let's get cleaned up huh?" he says, moving to get off of you before being stopped. you both look down to see your necklaces caught in one another, your cross laying on top of his st. christopher pendant. you both chuckled as your fingers brushed against one another, slowly untangling the jewellery.

Dally laid a peck on your cheek before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

#matt dillon #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #dally winston #the outsiders dally #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #1980s #1980s movies #1980s television #greasers #1980s aesthetic

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r0seb100d · 6 months ago

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Hi could you please make a Dallas x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and he's sleeping over at her house and then they cuddle and it leads to more tysm I love ur writing💗

Thank you for the request! It's finally here, hope you enjoy! Ly <3🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, fingering, pnv sex

Your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips - Over, over again like my only prayer

“The fuck you doin’ in there for so long?”

Dally’s mildly irritated voice called out from her bedroom, interrupting her evening routine that consisted of various serums and rose-scented lotions that came in pretty packaging.

“Getting ready for bed.”

She called back, laughing at how clingy he sounded despite trying to appear annoyed.

“Well, you’ve been in there forever; hurry up.

Sighing, she patted her face once more and removed her fluffy blue headband from her head, making her way back into her bedroom, only the dim stained glass lamp delicately lighting up the room and reflecting colourful patterns on the wall.

Dallas was lying on her fresh white bed sheets, his arms behind his head with a heart-shaped pillow underneath them; she bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle. It was funny watching him in his worn-out dark jeans and t-shirt in her relatively girlish room. The sight made her want to pull out her Polaroid camera and snap a photo, knowing it would make the perfect blackmail, but she decided against it.

“I’m gettin’ bored waiting here for ya, it's been like 30 minutes. I thought we were going to hang out.”

“Jeez, you are so impatient Dal. Give a girl some time, will you?”

She picked out her pyjamas from her cupboard and turned to face him.

“Close your eyes; I need to get changed.”

“I’m good.”

She could only huff in response.

“Dal, I’m being serious.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes playfully, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You’re no fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Sliding on her stripey pink shorts, she looked over at him and gasped. His hands were back behind his head.

“Hey! I said no looking!”

“I’m not, I swear! Look, my eyes are completely closed; I just moved my arms is all.”

“Hmm, okay, it better stay that way.”

She decided to trust him for the time being, pulling on her matching top and walking over to her bed to push him gently on his shoulder.

“You can open em’ now.”

Dallas smirked and looked her up and down with an amused look.

“What?”

She couldn’t figure out why he was staring at her like that. Did she put her shirt on inside out?

“Nothin’, you look cute.”

He said casually, and she immediately turned to hide the blush that was beginning to spread on her cheeks. They were really close friends, but sometimes he made small flirty remarks like that just to see her get flustered, to get under her skin and tease her, at least so she thought. Dallas never failed to do so as well; it came so naturally to him. A touch or comment here and there, it was seemingly effortless for him, and it was almost impossible to make him unsteady in any way, his tough exterior impenetrable, unless, of course, he was caught “bein soft” by anyone else other than her.

She folded away her clothes and started fussing with other little trinkets in her room, adjusting her picture frame for the tenth time or rearranging her perfume bottles, anything to keep her hands and head occupied.

“Just wonderin’,” he drawled. “How many other useless things are you going to busy yourself with before you quit and lie down?”

God, he could always see straight through her; his careless attitude was a mask. Dallas noticed a lot more about most than he ever let on; it was one of his traits that she admired and feared both at once.

“M’not I’m just—”

“Getting ready.” He cut her off. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you wanna go clean the whole downstairs too, huh?” He teased.

She sighed, suddenly feeling nervous to be around her best friend. Her head was dizzy, and she couldn’t tell if it was from tiredness or from the way he was starting to make her heart race.

“C’mere.”

Dallas patted the spot beside him, and she finally gave in and lay down, curling up against him as he wrapped one arm around her. He smelled just like he always did; the scent had grown comforting to her, like she could just unwind and forget about everything else as she lay in his arms.

“Relax, okay? It was your idea for me to stay over, you know?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up to meet his gaze.

“Was not! You asked if you could come and stay over.”

She scoffed, laughing at his attempt to mess with her.

“That’s not true, and you know it. Doll, you practically begged for me to stay over with you, don’t you remember?”

“You are such a manipulator Dal, afraid to admit that you wanted to spend the night here.”

“What can I say? You have a nice bed, real soft.”

He pulled her in closer as he mumbled the last part of his sentence, and she had to try to hide the way her breath hitched at the obvious double meaning to his words.

“So you admit it?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and raised one brow at him, poking his side.

“I still think it was you who suggested it.”

He grunted at her poke.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

She turned away from him and pressed her back up against his chest, staring at her wall and trying to compose herself. He was becoming increasingly flirty, and despite his playful denial, it had been his idea to stay, and sure she didn’t turn him down, but she was beginning to think that there was something going on.

He cuddled closer to her and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. Whispering into her ear.

“You okay?”

She was startled by his sudden closeness, unsure of what to say or do.

“Yeah, I’m fine; it’s just—”

“Just what? Somethin’ on your mind?”

His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around in his arms so she was facing him again and took a deep breath.

“Are you just messing with me?”

He looked taken aback as she asked him this, his head cocking to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Dal, don’t play dumb. I mean the flirting, the pet names, the random touching. Are you doing something, or am I just going crazy?”

Her tone was desperate as she let everything out to him, and she half-expected him to get up and leave, but he just let out a deep breath.

“Course I’m trying to do something Doll; I thought all that would have made it obvious to ya, I never wanted to make you think that I was just messing with you; I wouldn’t do that.”

She could only silently stare at him in shock.

“Oh.”

“Does-does that bother you?' Cause if it does, I promise I can stop right now. I just thought that maybe you would have felt the same.”

He looked at her with a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, wondering if he had potentially messed things up between them.

The tension was thick, and she finally mustered the strength to reply to him, her voice shaking slightly.

“It doesn’t bother me. And, I do feel, the same.”

Her voice was hushed in the almost dark room as they both stared at each other, both of them afraid to make a move.

“Dal?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He pressed one hand against her lower back and tangled the other in her hair, pulling her in close to him and connecting their lips together in a soft kiss. She immediately melted into him, feeling overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on hers, sucking on her lower lip as he grunted quietly.

His silent hum sent shivers throughout her body as she continued kissing him, slowly getting more and more passionate, clutching his shirt in her fists. Dallas’ tongue swiped between her lips, seeking entrance, to which she accepted, allowing their tongues to meld together and intensify their connection. She let out an uncontrollable moan, breaking away from the kiss, desperate for a breath.

Dallas panted as he watched her with a lustful gaze before leaning in once more and hooking his arm underneath her and pulling her up onto his lap. Her breath hitched at the new position, and she steadied herself by placing her shaking palms against his chest, kissing him with every feeling she had been withholding for who knows how long.

This time, he pulled away, eliciting a small whine from her, causing him to chuckle and grip the hem of her pyjama top.

“Can I take this off? I wanna see you.”

“Yeah.”

Her voice came out desperate and needy as she looked at him. His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing, and he pulled her top up over her body, exposing her soft skin to him.

“So beautiful.”

He murmured, leaving little bites down her neck, sucking to mark her up before trailing down her collarbone and down to her chest, taking in her breast in his mouth.

She moaned and clutched his hair, burying her face into his neck as she continued letting out small noises that sent blood rushing down his body.

“Fuck baby, so sweet.”

She couldn’t ignore the heat that was pooling between her legs, and she began grinding against his hardening length, craving some sort of friction.

They both moaned at the same time, and Dallas pulled away from her chest to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean build and skin littered with many scars from rumbles and fights. She traced her fingertips down his torso, taking in the sight of him.

She reached his jeans, and she started to undo the button and zipper, to which Dallas groaned in response, breathing heavily as he watched her begin to free him from the strain of his jeans.

“You don’t—we don’t.”

“Shhh.” She silenced him. “I want this. Been wanting you.”

“Oh yeah?”

His cocky smirk returned, and he flipped them over so he was on top, completely removing his jeans before returning his focus to her.

“Can I take these off?”

He fiddled with the waistband of her shorts, and she nodded, her stomach twisting as he pulled them down, leaving her only in her panties. Dallas pushed her legs apart, making room for himself to settle between them as he rubbed himself against her, only their underwear separating them from touching. Neither of them could hold back the noises that escaped their mouths, and he reconnected their lips together in a sloppy kiss as he continued grinding against her, growing harder with every move of his hips.

“Dal, I can’t take it; I need you to touch me.”

“Yeah, need me baby? Need me to make you feel good?”

He stroked her face as she whimpered, watching her squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch.

“Uh huh.”

He moved his hand over her underwear, stroking her clothed core gently, feeling the warmth build up as she got wetter.

“So wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

He smiled before pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor, rubbing between her slick folds. She shook slightly as she felt his fingers touch her, wanting to cry out at how good it felt to have him stroke her like that so gently, as if she was made of glass he was afraid of breaking.

Dallas continued rubbing her clit, watching her as her eyes shut from pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Mhm, don’t stop.”

He smiled and pushed a finger inside of her, curling it and thrusting in and out, drawing more moans out of her as she rocked against his fingers.

“I got ya; just let yourself feel good baby.”

He continued his ministrations, loving the way she looked slowly coming undone on his fingers, and then suddenly, he felt himself take in a sharp breath as he felt her hand reach into his boxers, rubbing her small hand along the length of his cock.

“Fuck, keep goin.”

His voice was strangled, and only their pleasured moans could be heard as they both touched each other so intimately.

After a short while, Dallas pulled away, leading her to whine from the loss of contact.

“Doll, I can’t keep it up like that; I want to be inside you. Can I?”

He glanced up at her with a hopeful expression, and she nodded quickly, wanting to feel him fill her up completely.

Dallas removed his boxers, fully revealing himself before looking up at her once more.

“I, um, I don’t have anything; I didn’t exactly expect for this to happen.”

She chuckled before shaking her head.

“S’okay, I’m on the pill.”

He kissed her again before lining his tip against her entrance, gathering her slick on the head of his cock and pushing inside her slowly. They both gasped as he first slipped in, feeling the way she stretched around him to accommodate his size.

“You okay?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, wanting to make sure she felt alright before she continued.

“I’m okay.” Her voice shook slightly. “You can move.”

Dallas started off with slow thrusts, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lost herself in the feeling. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he fucked her, hips snapping against hers.

“Dal, yes, just like that.”

She moaned in utter pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around me Doll; trust me, it’ll feel so good.”

She did as he said, and he was able to push much deeper inside her, reaching a spot that had her seeing stars.

He smiled at her reaction and kept going, burying himself inside her to the hilt and leaning in to bite her neck, groaning into her skin as he felt her tighten around him.

“Close baby?”

She whimpered in response, and he reached between them to rub her clit again, wanting to satisfy her before himself, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

Bucking her hips up against him, the knots in her stomach began to unravel.

“Fuck, Dal I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go for me Doll; c’mon, cum for me sweetheart.”

He whispered to her, thrusting deep inside her, sending her over the edge as she cried out his name.

She arched her back as she felt her orgasm wash over her, her legs shaking and walls fluttering around him. With one final thrust, Dallas followed soon after, releasing inside her, his movements slowing down as he came, almost unable to hold himself up above her, his eyes screwed shut as he held her close against him.

They both finally calmed down, and he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, the both of them sweaty and breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, y’know?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled softly at her, her skin glowing in the low, multicoloured light coming from the lamp.

“Mhm, best sex I had in a while.”

She could only laugh at his remark, wrapping an arm around him, feeling comfortable and content in his presence.

“Dal?”

“Hm?”

“What does this mean?”

She asked him with slight uncertainty.

“It means I wanna be with you, to go on dates with you, not just as friends, and of course do this again. Only if you want to.”

She smiled happily.

“Yeah, I do want to.”

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2knightt · 1 year ago

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HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay😣.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

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“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #two-bit mathews x reader #two-bit x reader

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satelitis · 1 year ago

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that is true. I just need confidence tbh, like rahhh, what if I get rejected

THATS OKAY YOULL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN ANYWAY!!!! SO WHAT IF HE REJECTS YOU?? YOU DONT NEED A MAN TO BE HAPPY + IF HE REJECTS U ITS CASUE THERES SOMEONE BETTER WAITING GOR U AT 6TH FORM :3

#yours dal. <3

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daydreamerswriting · 7 months ago

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Hii! Could you do a dally x reader where he comes to pick her up for a date but she’s no where near ready, so he just comes up to her room to sit and watch her and looks through all her stuff and makeup? Thank you <3

an: Such a cute request thank you!! this took way too long and I don't even like it that much I'm sorry 😭 1.1k words. Please leave more requests

W: little swearing I think, flufff

Dallas Winston x fem!reader

He watches you get ready

You had woken up late.

You have a breakfast date with Dallas at 8:30 and you woke up at 8:06. You practically had a heart attack when you saw the time. Stupid alarm didn't go off! What the hell! Was it trying to sabotage your relationship? You had brushed your teeth, finished your skin care, and started to take your curlers out when your door bell rang. Oh God. You rushed to answer it. You were so embarrassed. You were panicky, flushed, in a robe, and had half of your curlers still in your hair. So, it was not a surprise to see the look of concern on your boyfriend's face when you opened the door.

"I'm so sorry! My stupid alarm didn't go off and I only woke up like 25 minutes ago," you say quickly, trying to explain your state. You felt awful.

"Woah, hey. It's fine." Dallas steps inside. "Go finished getting ready."

"It's going to take me a while." You say sadly.

"That's fine. Just means I get to spend more time with you." He says simply.

You can't help but smile. "Okay."

"Or you could just go like this. Its a great look." He teases, glancing at your hair.

You roll your eyes, but a smile is plastered on your face. "Be quiet. C'mon." You grab his hand and drag him to your bedroom. Once inside, you let go of his hand and side down at your vanity. You resume taking out your curlers.

Dallas sits down on the edge of your bed and watches you as you carefully brush you your curls then spray some hair spray on them. Then, you get out your makeup.

Dallas finds himself getting bored just watching you, so he gets up and walks over to your bookshelf. He studies the titles for a bit, recognizing books he's seen you read. You glance over at him as he opens your jewelry box and looks through it.

"What're you doing?" You ask as you watch him.

He turns his head towards you. "I don't know. Lookin'." He shrugs and turns his attention back to your jewelry. He a small smile appears on his face as he finds pieces he gave you.

"Okay." You look into your mirror again and resume blending your concealer.

Dallas fingers through your necklaces and bracelets for a few moments before getting bored again. He closes the jewelry box and walks over to you. He is about to talk to you when he spots your journal, so he picks it up and opens it.

It takes you a moment to notice what he did. "Uh- hey! That's my journal, Dallas." You reach for it, but he holds it out of your reach.

"So?" He scans a page and annoyingly smirks.

"So that's private stuff." You get out of your chair and try to grab it again, and this time, surprisingly, he lets you. What did he read?

"What?" You ask because his stupid smirk doesn't leave his face.

"Nothing." His smirk remains and his hands slide into his pockets. "You write sappy shit in your journal."

You blush a little and put your journal back. "Yeah, cause it's supposed to be private." You respond, sitting at your vanity again. "Now stop distracting me or this'll become a lunch date."

He sighs and mopes back over to your bed. He sits down again and looks at your reflection in the mirror. He thinks you are absolutely beautiful. God, he'd do anything for you, and that scares him sometimes.

"Hurry up. I'm hungry." He tells you.

"I'm sorry, Dal. I'm trying."

"Mhm." He messes with his ring for a bit before getting up and walking back over to you. He leans down and grabs your jaw. He kisses your cheek then lets go. You can't help but smile.

"You look damn good, babe." He runs a hand through your hair as you turn your head towards him.

"Thank you." Your heart picks up a little. "I'm almost done with my makeup, then I'll just need to change."

"Good. Chop chop, come on." He urges you.

You laugh a little and do the last of your makeup. Dallas watches with such admiration. You're gorgeous. When you finally finish and look at him, he can't stop himself from smiling.

"I'm done." You say

"Finally. Go get dressed."

You put your hands out. "Help me up, baby."

He huffs in protest, but he grabs your hands and pulls you up and against his chest. Dallas stares down at you. He finds your smile is so infectious. He grins back. You stand on your tippy toes and peck his lips.

"I thought I was supposed to hurry up, love." You squeeze his hands.

"You are." He lets go of your hands. "Go change, doll."

You let out a small giggle and start to walk toward the closet. You look over your shoulder at him. "I got a new dress a few weeks ago that I haven't gotten to where yet. It's real pretty."

He smirks at this, his ego spikes when he learns he'll be the first to see you in this dress. "I can't wait to see it, y/n."

You open the closet door and step in. You get out the dress. A cute baby blue cocktail dress with a white accent and a white bow around the waist. You come out and proudly hold it up.

"Put it on, doll."

"Okay." You go into the closet again and close the door, you take off your robe and slip into the dress. You were careful not to mess up your hair or makeup. A cute pair of white heels you hadn't wore in awhile catch your eye, so you slip them on. You open the door of the closet. Dallas has your journal in his hands again. He looks up and smirks.

"Sorry, doll. Couldn't help it." He puts the journal back then let's his eyes scan over you.

You sigh and decide to forgot it, for now. You smile again. "How do I look?"

He walks closer to you and his hands find your waist. "You look incredible."

Your face heats up and you look down, your smile remains.

"Ready to go?" He puts a hand on your chin and gently lifts your head to have you look up at him.

You nod. "I'm sorry again that i wasnt ready and-"

"Sh, baby, I don't care."

You shyly smile, glad he doesn't care, and loving being called "baby". He takes your hand and off you finally go to your breakfast date.

An: I'm so excited for Christmas I'm tweaking out. I love gift giving so much. Please leave requests! Happy holidays!!

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avroravia · 20 days ago

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spoiled!actress! reader freaking out because her ‘d’ necklace broke and bodyguard! dallas has to calm her down :(((

warnings. -> oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, aftercare, dallas calls reader ‘broad.’

pt. 1 here! <3

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“alright, which one y’want?” dallas murmured, cigarette dangling from his lips while numerous shopping bags with items worth more than his life hung from his arms.

the two of you stood in front of the jewelry section inside of a pretty little boutique downtown. he watched as your eyes skimmed throughout the seemingly-endless racks of assorted jewelry.

your brows were furrowed in focus, trying to find a necklace that looked as close to the one dallas had originally bought you as possible. manicured fingers picked at the hem of your skirt, trying to find the perfect replacement.

“i don’t know dal’… can’t find anythin’ like the one you got me…” you sighed, kitten heels tapping against the glossy white tile of the store.

“look, doll, forget about the one that snapped, yeah?” dallas hummed. “how ‘bout this one?”

his calloused fingers grabbed onto the first necklace he saw with a ‘d.’ dallas handed it to you, and you examined it. the initial itself wasn’t gold like your old one, but rather a pearlescent material. sure, it was pretty, but it was way too impractical.

“i dunno, dally… pearl doesn’t go with everything.” you insisted, setting it back on the rack. “need a necklace that goes with all my jewelry, so i can wear it everyday.”

“…right.” dallas agreed, acting like he had a clue in the world to what any of that meant.

he had observed that your nose was beginning to twitch, brows were furrowed tights, arms were crossed, and it seemed the thumping of your kitten heels was going faster by the second. dallas could tell you were close to throwing another tantrum, and he really didn’t feel like having to deal with it in public.

“doll, let’s jus’ head home, alright? i’ll find sum’ like it later.” dallas exhaled, obviously exasperated. “…’sides, you cleared out every damn store here. gonna get a call from the bank t’night tellin’ you someone stole your fuckin’ card.”

you only giggled at his words, swinging your little pink clutch back onto your shoulder as the two of you walked out of the boutique. the store associate thanked you both for visiting, before the two of you stepped back outside.

after hours of browsing, trying on clothes, and swiping your card too many times to count, the both of you were spent. as the two of you walked back to the car, he tuned out the sounds of the bustling city and people around him. instead dallas just watched you, gaze intense as you sat down in your little pink corvette, reapplying sticky pink lipgloss using the hand mirror in your purse.

“this whatchu needed, yeah?” dallas murmured, thumb rubbing your cheek bone as you bobbed your head up and down on his length.

dallas was sitting on the edge of your bed, legs apart with you sitting in between them. obviously, dallas had gotten a little carried away seeing you try on your pretty new panties.

“no wonder you’re all worked up…” dallas whispered. “haven’t laid you in a while, huh?”

you nodded your head ‘yes,’ never breaking eye contact with him. the gesture was enough to make him grin.

your hands were resting on his knees, and you looked up at dallas as you swirled your tongue around his tip. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes whenever you took him a little too far and his head kissed the back of your throat.

the combination of a few more thrusts and your cheeks hollowing around his cock was enough, and dallas quietly groaned as he shot hot ribbons of his cum down your throat.

as you stood up from your spot in between his legs, dallas grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. you instantly snuggled tight into his arms, letting his body envelop your own while your head rested comfortably on his chest

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as dallas held you, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. his fingers ran all across your skin, from rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs to holding your shoulders.

“listen, i’ll go talk to tim tomorrow-” dallas broke the silence, peering down at you, head resting on his chest. “-y’still got the necklace n’ the charm, right?”

“mhm.” you hummed with a soft nod, pressing a soft kiss onto his chest.

“good- think he’s got a buddy who works fixin’ up metal…” dallas wondered aloud. “he could probably fix up that lil’ necklace o’yours.”

after murmuring a quiet ‘thank you,’ the two of you fell into a comfortable silence once more. dallas cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand, delicately tracing your temple with his thumb. just as you were about to succumb to sleep, you heard him start speaking again.

“christ, i got the fuckin’ pickiest broad of all time, don’t i?” dallas grumbled. “all this damn fussin’ over a lil’ necklace…”

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callme-holly · 24 days ago

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Hey queen 🤗 not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are I was wondering if u would do a Dallas x reader where the reader is still kinda childish and cutesy or not super mature compared to the greasers who all grew up too fast. Like she just acts her age and still love her childhood stuff and is totally opposite of Dallas who is tough and acts older than he is and had to mature faster than he should’ve. Idk I think it’d be cute to see Dallas with someone who brings out the softer side of him😯😯😯

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 - 𝐃.𝐖

||۶ৎ back to regular fics now until my next series!! tysm for the request I love this concept sm <3

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You didn’t belong on Buck Merrill’s couch.

It’s not that you weren’t welcome; Buck liked you just fine, but you looked so out of place that it was almost comical. Surrounded by a bunch of pool-hustling greasers, the stench of beer hanging in the air like oxygen, and in the middle of it all, you with your little pastel cardigan, sparkly clips and swirly straw in a glass of cherry coke.

Your legs swung slightly from where they dangled off the edge of the couch, socked feet brushing the mottled carpet in a rhythmic pattern. Your eyes darted about the room, searching for the one person you were here for, and when you finally spotted him by the bar, you lit up like a damn match.

“Dally!” He turned at that, the sweet honey tone that laced your voice drawing him in like a moth. He stood with a grunt, trudging towards you and bending over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to your head.

The difference between you two was stark. Him, all leather and smoke. You, glitter, colours, beaded bracelets. You were everything a girl your age should be, not plagued by the expectations of life or forced to grow up too fast.

“Hi,” he mumbled, gruff and a little hoarse from drink.

“Hey, Dal.”

He looks tired; his knuckles are raw and bloody from a fight you don't know the details about. He never gives you names when you ask; he just says that someone had been running their mouth and he’d sorted it.

You reach up, thumb ghosting over the split on his lips. Your brows furrowed in concern. “Did they deserve it?”

He gave a dry laugh, taking your wrist and pulling your arm away gently. “Doesn’t matter. They had it comin’. They ain’t gonna hurt you, doll.”

“It matters to me.”

Dallas sighed heavily and walked around the couch, coming to sit beside you, leaning back into the cushions. He didn’t breathe a word of protest as you leaned into his side, revelling in the way you melted like honey against him, warm and sweet.

The difference between the two of you was stark—his leather, your soft cotton, his beer, your coke. The alcohol in hand didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you took it from him with a disapproving pout, almost akin to one a mother would give her child.

“You shouldn’t drink all the time.”

He raised a brow, reaching for the bottle, fingers brushing yours. “You here to babysit me now, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flushed at the nickname, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, flying in various different directions in a way that made you feel giddy. No matter how many times he called you that, you always experienced it as if it were the first time.

“No,” you retorted, voice suddenly soft as cotton. “Just making sure you stay alive.”

That did something to him; it was rare for him to ever have a girl who actually cared about him. Sure, they showed interest, but only in what he had to give. None of that mattered to you—you just wanted him well and happy, and it took until now for him to realise just how much he needed that. How much he craved to feel wanted.

“You don’t belong here, kid.” He whispered, leaning in just enough so that his lips brushed yours in a tender kiss.

A frown marred your features and you tilted your head. “Why not?”

“Because’ I’m complicated. I’m everything a sweet girl like you shouldn’t be around.” He rested his forehead against your, hand running up and down your thigh lightly. “I’d end up corrupting you or somethin’, baby.”

The laugh that left you startled him and he watched with raised brows as you took his cigarette and stubbed it out on the coffee table, flicking it away like it was poison in your fingers. “You won’t. I love you, Dally.”

The look he gave you was like you’d just told him the moon was made of bubblegum and glitter, the habitat of unicorns and other mythical beings.

“You love me?” He asked incredulously, like no matter how many times you told him, he’d never get over hearing it. Would never truly believe you.

“Course I do.” You said it like it was simple, like you hadn’t just cracked him open and expected him to deal with this sudden vulnerability.

“You’re too naive to know what that means.” He whispers, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. A weak attempt to dodge your admission, to brush you off.

“No. I know what you mean to me.”

He leaned in then---not with the usual cockiness he usually used with other girls---but something that was the closest to tender affection that Dallas Winston would ever provide. He kissed her again, slow and sensual, the kind of kiss that was only ever severed for the private confines of either of your rooms. Too sacred to give to the public.

When you pulled back, gasping for air, fingers tangled in his blonde strands, you couldn’t help but smile. He tasted of beer and smoke… Everything you should have hated but found yourself addicted to.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t say anything. But the way he kept you pressed to him the rest of the night spoke volumes.

He valued you more than he’d ever let on.

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dallysdolly444 · 10 days ago

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hi sweetie !! can u do dally x curtis sister where they’re secretly dating. reader says she’s at a sleepover and dally is at bucks but they’re actually on a date. during a hangout between the greasers two asks where reader and dally are and johnny secretly slips the secret ?!

sneakin' around.

summary: dallas was aways one to sneak around, so if he's got a girlfriend, especially a curtis one? he's gonna keep it up. he doesn't change for anyone.

warnings: crude language, smoking, dallas tries to initiate sex, but nothing graphic dw!! fem!reader, lmk if i missed anything <3

"bye darry! i'm going to sally's!" you call, pretending your heart isn't racing. darry just nods in response, not looking up from the newspaper. maybe you weren't going to sally's for a 'girls night sleepover'. you step out the front door, nearly having a heart attack when you see dallas right there.

he grins at you, steadying you with his hands on your hips. "calm down, doll. did my ugly mug scare ya that bad?" he asks teasingly, pecking your lips. "c'mon, let's get outta here before your brother catches us and skins me" he grins, grabbing your hand and starting to walk with you.

you roll your eyes, looking up at him as he drags you. "you're not that ugly, dally" you say, pecking his cheek. "where are we heading anyways?" you question, looking up at him.

he shrugs, letting your hand go and stuffing his in his pockets when he's sure you're following. "i dunno, man," he says, with a shrug. "shouldn't we just head to the dingo?" he offers.

you sigh dramatically, leaning into him. "dallas winston, you might just be the least romantic person i know." you say. "you call me man and you offer the dingo? for our first date?" you chuckle, scolding him jokingly. "i oughta teach you how to treat a lady, huh?"

"oh i can treat a lady fine" dally grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and sliding his hand down, to which you laugh and smack it away. "cmon man, the dingo's fine" he says, with a shrug.

"yeah, fine if you want front-row tickets to some losers throwing punches. fine if you want to sit on gross chairs that are falling apart" you points out, crossing your arms. "let me choose where we go, okay?" you say.

dallas shrugs "yeah, yeah, whatever. you broads know stuff about dates, yeah?" he mutters, kinda disappointed you didn't want to go to the dingo. maybe he should've realised that the rundown diner wasn't the best place to take a girl, but to be fair the only 'dates' he had with sylvia was making out in the back of her car.

you think for a moment. "well... the food from the dingo is good enough, we could take some to go and head to the park?" you offer, tapping your finger against your chin.

dallas nods. "yeah i like the food from the dingo, it's shit" he says, with a grin. he's right — it's kinda awful. the burgers are too greasy, the fries are too salty and the milkshakes don't taste quite right. but it's perfect.

the two of you walk, mindlessly chatting about anything and everything. when you finally get to the dingo, you ask him a question. "no-one's gonna find out about this, right? like no one knows i'm here with you?" you question. darry likes dallas fine, he's a friend at the end of the day, but he wouldn't like dallas with you. hell, you could barely hang out without darry doing that 'disappointed dad' look.

dallas grimaces slightly, like he stubbed his toe or just got caught in with his hand in a cookie jar. "about that... i told johnny i had a date tonight, and i might've let it slip it was with you" he says. he barely let it slip, more like declared it. he was a couple beers in when he slapped johnny on the shoulder. it was more of a; 'got a date with the finest broad in tulsa, man. i'm gonna score with the one and only curtis sister' then just letting their secret 'slip'.

"dally!" you scold, frowning. johnny could tell ponyboy, and pony would tell soda, who would no doubt tell darry. if darry knows, you're screwed. probably grounded for life, and dallas will definitely get his ass handed to him.

"johnny won't say anything, that kid knows better" dallas says in that annoyingly soothing voice. "plus, this just adds... high stakes" he grins, patting your ass gently, drawing a slight glare from you.

you two got your food quickly, and headed off. the takeout bag was warm in your arms as you held it like a baby or something. the park wasn't far away, and you two sat off behind some bushes and trees. it's nice, surprisingly. you chow down on your greasy burger as dallas starts with his fries.

he lights up a cigarette between bites. you laugh, looking over at him. "how can you smoke while eating? that's gross, winston" you tell him, although you don't really mind when he smokes. it's bad for him, sure, but it smells kinda nice in a gross way. the fact he looks hot while doing it is just a plus.

dallas grins through a mouthful of food. "don't you go tryin' to change me, curtis" he mocks, reaching over to steal one of your fries, as he had already finished him. "i'm tough, babe" he says.

you just smile, rolling your eyes. "don't steal any more of my fries" you say playfully, resting your head on his shoulder. you feel his hand trail down from your shoulders to your waist, snaking up your shirt. "winston" you warn, pushing his hand out from under your blouse. "we're eating, it's not the time" you say, pecking his cheek.

he scoffs, acting all offended. well, he's not, he's not that awful. "you'll change your mind" he mutters, stealing some more of your fries and stuffing them in his mouth.

meanwhile, in the curtis household, you're about to be in a world of trouble. "where the hell is that girl?" darry mutters, only being calmed down by the cup of coffee in his hand and the fact that sodapop reminded him how much of a goody two shoes you are. he had called sally's mother, who confirmed that you were not in fact having a sleep over.

johnny walks in through the front door without a word. he never really needed a reason or an explanation when he came to the curtis household. he saw the way darry was all stressed and antsy, and knew he needed to ask. "what's wrong, darry?" he asks, sitting down on the couch next to sodapop.

"we dunno where our sister went" sodapop explains, offering a slight smile to johnny. "said she was going to a sleep over, but she ain't where she said she was. i guess we all gotta sneak out once in our lives, right?"

two-bit emerges from the kitchen, slice of chocolate cake on his plate. nobody ever really knew why he was anywhere, and he didn't quite need a reason either. "yeah, where is girl curtis?" he says, using the name he always called you. "she's been acting all odd recently, i ain't heard from dally either" he comments. in truth, he knows. he can tell from the glances between you. he also knows that dallas would tell johnny.

he just wants conformation, and he sure got it. "ain't they going out?" johnny questions, wrongfully thinking it was common knowledge. he realises immediately that it wasn't by the way two-bit grins, soda's eyebrows raise slightly and how darry's expression drops. "they're what?"

authors note: dallas is such a dog i love himmm!! i don't think he's that accurate when i write him but this is all self indulgent so who cares. anyways i hope u liked this anon!

lots of love, dolly x

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diorgirl444 · 2 months ago

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moonlight serenade or the first time reader has sex with dallas winston...

okay first let’s get this out of the way, yes i’m a minor but everyone’s aged up in this fic so don’t come for me. please don’t comment trying to police what’s appropriate for me and what’s not i’m seventeen and where i live i can legally have sex so it’s really not that deep. i’m a young woman - i’m exploring my desires in a healthy safe way and if you cannot shake this livid rage coursing through you maybe try touching some grass. xxx

this fic absolutely could not have been written with out the help of @avroravia she not only proofread it but also edited it and just offered me constant encouragement and support. basically she is just an absolute angel and i implore you to go read her fics right after you finish this 😛 amar thank you and i luv u

warnings: bad writing? (baby’s first time writing smut), um smut obvs (you are responsible for your own media consumption), fem! reader, characters are aged up, reader is a virgin, kinda dom dallas ig tho this wasn’t planned it just happened that way, 2,690 words <3

there is something poetically erotic about dallas winston.

you have known this since the day first saw him: his eyes wild and dark, his grin crooked and breath smelling of whiskey. he is animalistic in his vigor, a power that simmers and hums through his body so that you might think he was the devil. it is beautiful in a twisted way and right now you are more aware of this than ever.

shadows are cast across his face, and he leans over you in nothing but his oil stained wifebeater and jeans. he's smiling down at you, tickling you with kisses along your neck. this is as far as you've gone and because of your lack of experience as far as you've wanted to go for a long time. but right now with his st christopher glinting and dangling down in front of your gaze all you can think about how much you want him. how much you want all of him from his calloused palms to his voice made raspy with cigarettes.

“i want you to fuck me”

it comes out before you can you can think it through, words unbidden and unwanted choking your throat up. your face flushes hot and you press your hand to your mouth as if you can put them back where they came from but it’s too much too late.

he laughs lowly, voice making your skin break out into goosebumps and his hand toys with the edge of your nightdress.

“you mean that angel? you want me to be your first doll?” he grins, teeth glinting vampire like in the low light.

if you weren’t flustered before you are now from his teasing tone and you hide your face in your hands which only makes him laugh more.

“oh baby don’t hide your pretty face from me” he says before gently pulling you hands away. you’re greeted with a more genuine smile then before and he fondly tucks a stand of hair behind you ear.

“if you really mean that - i’d be real lucky to be your first, seriously i know i talk a lot of shit but if you really are sure then i’m gonna make you feel so nice” as he speaks the rough pads of his fingers draw circles along your thighs in what you’re sure is supposed to be a soothing gesture but is actually incredibly distracting. to be fair though you find everything he does distracting.

he looks at you like he’s waiting for an answer so you nod and he shakes her head.

“nah, i wanna hear you say it,” he murmurs, “say it f’me”

“please dal...” you say, shocked by how breathy your voice has become but he groans softly and it makes something pleasant creep up your gut.

“please - christ - sweetest thing i’ve ever known ain’t you?” he says hands slowly making their ascent but to your disappointment they go right up to resting on your waist. seeing your pout he smirks.

“impatient thing too, i bet. you want me to take it off?” dallas whispered, fingers lightly tugging on the soft silk straps of your nightdress.

slowly he pulls it up off you and though you’re terribly shy laying there in nothing but your now wet cotton panties, his face makes up for it.

“christ you look so fuckin’ good” he rasps lowly, tongue darting out to hungrily trace his lip.

despite your nerves you lean forward slightly and lift his vest over his head. you’ve seen dallas shirtless before and so feel confident navigating it as you press a soft kiss to his jaw. a small offering of affection where words are difficult.

and he seems to understand as he guides your hands to the cool metal of his belt buckle, your trembling fingers unclasping it and brushing over him. he groans softly and so with confidence from who knows where you press more intentionally, gasping slightly at the way he bucks into you.

“tease” he grunts out, pupils dark with something you’ve only seen a couple times before and something that makes you press your legs together absentmindedly. pushing you hand away he finally pulls his jeans fully off and you stare desperately at your boyfriend in nothing but his boxers. beautiful feels an understatement, a word that is much too fragile to describe how he looks. in fact it feels like your whole brain is simply humming with him, anything else feels deeply unimportant.

you watch as his big hands, all of him is big really, settle on the inside of your thighs. making purchase on the skin there in such a way that you wonder if there will be marks, you hope there is. that you can take a part of him with you everywhere, a marker of what it is to be touched by such a man as dallas winston.

he idly thumbs at the small bow of your panties before slipping his hand beneath the soft fabric, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth teasingly. the soft mewl you let out at his touch would be humiliating were it not for the way pleasure sparks through you as his fingers part your folds. you’ve touched yourself before sure but it has never felt like this, dallas’s fingers just so much bigger and experienced then yours. as if he knows what you need before you do.

“god you’re already so fuckin’ needy... soakin’ wet” his teasing voice drawls out but formulating a response is much too hard now his finger has found your clit and is drawing soft little teasing circles over it - both not enough and too much at once. he speeds up ever so slightly, smirking cockily at the soft gasp he draws from you. he’s lazy as he strokes you - as if he has all the time in the world and all he wants to do is watch your lashes flutter and feel the way you absentmindedly buck against hand.

the thing is though it’s not just the way his fingers know just what you do to make you feel good, though of course that is part of it but it’s just him as a whole. the way you’re completely sarrounded by him, his large frame dwarfing your smaller one, the smell of cigarettes and his shaving cream that seems to permeate the air, the praises that he almost reverently mumbles but mainly it’s the fact that it’s him. your dal - your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love and now your first..

you whine softly when he suddenly pulls his hand away, brows scrunched up but he simply shakes his head and licks his fingers clean before fully hiking your panties down your legs.

“taste like honey” he tells you, his warm brown eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

grinning all teeth, he thumbs at it watching the way your hole flutters and clenches around nothing, dribbling down onto your floral bedsheets below.

you blink up at him through hooded lashes, the way girls do in movies and hope it is enough to seduce him into touching you again. once again though he seems to understand what you need without you even speaking as he tentatively pushes the pad of his finger into you. the gasp you let out is sinful, even just the tiniest part of him making you feel more full than ever before. gently he nudges the finger further in, eyes zeroed on the way the tight hole sucks it in like a vice. once it’s fully in he begins, slowly at first - easing you through the rhythms as he fucks you. grunting lowly as if he’s getting pleasure just from the way your face scrunches up and body trembles.

“shit - think - think you can take another one baby” he asks is as if he’s not already pushing it in, making you feel impossibly full.

he’s faster now, clear goal in mind as he stretches and curls his fingers till he finds what he’s staring for. when he feels the way you clench around him and offer him a delicious moan he knows he has. with renewed vigour he rubs that spot inside you till it’s almost too much, your legs kicking out, hands almost trying to push him away.

“dal - oh - i” you’re babbling out softly as the sensations course through you, but he just hums encouragingly.

with his free hand that had been resting on your thigh he trails it down to you clit - rubbing it in quick, tight figure-8s whilst curling the ones inside of you against that spongey spot. without warning it suddenly happens, like a pot bubbling over as you tighten around his two fingers and spill out. lips keening out a high-pitched sound somewhere between a moan and a sob as your lashes shutter quickly. that earlier tension softening to the most wonderful feeling that has your body trembling and arching.

when you come to, eyes opening you’re greeted with brown eyes glancing over you. his gaze softer then you’ve ever seen it as he messily kisses you and mumbles against your mouth “did so good for me doll - can’t wait to feel you cum like that on my cock”

“need you now dal” you whisper back using your legs to pull him in closer - it’s not enough you want to be as close to him as possible.

following your encouragement he quickly rids himself of his boxers and finally he is fully bare before you. what strikes you about dallas is the lack of shyness, as if he knows that every part of him is harshly beautiful. grecian statue with his broad nose, lightly muscular chest and his now hardened cock. he holds out a condom and with his hands leading yours, you roll it onto his dick. tentatively wrapping your small hands around it and being rewarded with a gravelly moan. “next time baby” he says and you watch, entranced as he angles himself perfectly with his palms tightly gripping your hips.

“might hurt at first babydoll but it’s gonna feel real good pretty soon okay?” he warns, brows furrowed with the tension of waiting. you nod impatiently, grabbing onto shoulders as if you can push him in by them alone.

he laughs, classic crooked grin on his face. “god real greedy aren’t you?”

his smirk is knocked off his face when he slowly pushes in, groaning lowly at how tight you are still. he’s right, there’s a slight sting between your legs but you trust him that it will get nicer. his fingers seemed big earlier but now you know they were nothing compared to the way just the head of his makes you. ever so slowly he bullies his way into you, a bead of sweat clinging to his brow as he pushes all the way. when he’s finally full sheaved, you whimper - the feeling indescribable and like nothing you’ve ever known.

“gonna... gonna... fuck... move now okay pretty girl?” he rasps out, pressing his forehead to yours. you can do nothing but nod, as your breath is stolen from you.

purposefully he begins to move, rocking in and out of you and the sting has faded now, replaced by white hot beams of pleasure that course through you with each of his movements. his mouth finds your neck and your collarbone and your breasts - basically any part of you within reach and you are almost certain there will be marks tomorrow. the steady pace is torturous now though and almost tearfully you beg him, pouting “dallas - need more!”

“spoilt little thing needs more hm?” he says and if your eyes weren’t closed you would of seen the devilish grin on his face.

and the thing is with dallas he truly can never backdown from a challenge. without warning he speeds up, a truly punishing pace that leaves you feeling such intense pleasure that all you can do is lie there and take it, your body boneless as you moan and babble.

“too much? just gonna have to fuckin’ take it…” his teasing words only serve to make you even more humiliating wet - your body having an almost pavlovian response when he mocks you.

he laughs cruelly, the pad of his thumb finding your bud and rubbing tight little circles as he jackhammers into you.

“christ- you’re so fuckin’ tight”

you can feel that familiar pleasure coming over you - your body tightening up as he continues his frantic movements. you think he’s getting close to from the way his words have faded into animalistic grunts, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and the st christopher bouncing against his bare chest. he suddenly pinches your clit and that’s all it takes. your body seizes up, eyes rolling back as you cum all over his cock. the pleasure comes in waves, rolling over you as you dig your nails into his back to ground yourself.

you tightening around him is the last push he need and with a loud moan of your name he comes into the condom, head tiredly falling against your shoulder as the high fades.

“shit wasn’t too rough was i? was tryna be gentle but then you had to give me those damn fuck-me eyes and i lost it” he says and if you didn’t know any better you might think he was feeling a bit insecure.

you smile softly though and shake your head “dal i’m so glad it was you” his ego restored he shrugs, smirking as he pulls out of you. he rises and you feel a stab in your gut - is he leaving? catching your gaze he rolls his eyes.

“cool yourself duchess, i’m just getting you something to clean you up okay?” you flush, pleased and embarrassed all at once but true to his word he reappears with a flannel wet with warm water which he uses to gently wipe you clean. once that’s done he curls up beside you, loosely wrapping his arm around your middle.

“sleep now - delicate things like you need their rest after their hot greaser boyfriends rail them within an inch of their life” he grins against your shoulder and you scoff softly, too tired to bicker. still with his arm slung around you and the warmth of his breath on your neck you’ve never felt more loved. you really are lucky to have dallas winston as your first.

bonus the next morning:

“what’s that on your necklace dal - next to the st christopher?”

“oh that it’s just your purity ring?”

“why on god’s name do you have that!” what if my parents see! they’ll kill you!”

“well shit angel it’s not like you need it anymore - not after the way i fucked you stupid last night ”

“i hate you...”

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years ago

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Could you do something where the gangs (including Tim and curly) s/o has older brothers who are also greasers and just really intimidating in general?

A/N: This was such a fun concept? Dude, I had a lot of fun writing these, thanks for requesting them <3 and look at the little cuties, god they're the cutest things-

DARRY CURTIS

Darry’s not used to having older siblings? He is the oldest, that’s just the way the world is-

Your brothers though? I have a feeling he’d be one of the boys who are the least afraid of your brothers

Like yeah, your brothers are well-known for being the tough hoods they are, there’s practically your own little family gang just between them

But Darry’s not going to be cowering beneath them, shaking in his boots afraid of them

He’s going to try and be a gentleman? He’ll shake your brothers’ hands, make conversation with them when he picks you up before dates

It’s just Darry being Darry, his mama taught him his manners and he’s going to use them <3 he’s a good person

SODAPOP CURTIS

I just have this gut feeling that without a doubt, Sodapop’s going to be at the very least, slightly afraid of your brothers

At least in the beginning, y’know? Meeting your brothers was probably one of the scariest moments in his entire life

They’re just sort of intimidating, I’m sure they’re the type to try and strike fear into all of the suitors who come for their kid sibling

After he proves himself though, either by protecting you from something or standing up for you somewhere, your brothers are pretty alright with him

Now he’s just got a few more older siblings who like to nag him for things!

I feel like he’d get along with them too, now they’re asking for you to start bringing him around more

PONYBOY CURTIS

Unlike his older brothers, Ponyboy is, in fact, used to having scary older brothers! So yours probably won’t bother him at all

He’s very used to the whole tradition of giving your younger sibling’s date the third degree whenever you meet them for the first time

But honestly? There really isn’t a reason for your brothers not to like Ponyboy, he’s doesn’t really do a lot of bad stuff

Unless your brothers have beef with the Curtis gang for some reason, Ponyboy’s a pretty safe choice to bring home to them!

He’s respectful with them too, he does his best to make conversation when the occasions call for it and he’s polite when he stops by your house

They like to say hi to him when he walks you home from school, waving from the house or the front yard when you guys show up

DALLAS WINSTON

Do we really think Dallas is going to be off-put by you having big, scary, older brothers? Cause I don’t-

Your brothers don’t scare him in the slightest, and if they do, he’s never going to admit it Dal likes to brag that he’s seen worse up in New York and that your brothers are nothing in comparison to some of the hoods he’s dealt with

He’s going to be rude, he’s going to push your brothers’ buttons a little and pull you closer and kiss you deeper than is polite

Honestly? I bet your brothers don’t really like him, they think you can do a lot better than Dallas Winston and will probably tell you that on the regular

However, if Dally takes down some Socs for you or something, plays a protective role that your brothers usually occupy, maybe they’ll start to like him a little more

That it doesn’t mean they’re going to be any more lenient when it comes to the rules about him hanging around though-

JOHNNY CADE

Probably your safest choice of a boyfriend when your brothers are as big and bad as they are, they’re very overprotective of you probably

Johnny has never done anything wrong in his life, is super duper polite and won’t push any of the lines your brothers draw

They don’t want him spending the night at your house? Johnny’s alright with that, he’ll give you a soft kiss on the porch before he heads off for the night

He’s respectful guys, he’s not going to push the rules and he’s going to be considerate of your brothers

If you ask him, he’ll probably tell you that he’s not afraid of them, only slightly scared but I can see Johnny kind of looking up to them like he looks up to Dallas

Don’t tell Dally that though, Johnny doesn’t think he needs to know-

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Hoohoo, oh boy, Two-Bit is going to run your brothers ragged-

Two-Bit likes to be annoying and your brothers are overprotective and it’s just so easy to get them all riled up

He’ll try and push the line sometimes, argue with them about silly things and just be a menace whenever he’s around them

Two’s not afraid of them like at all, he probably should be at least a little afraid but there isn’t one ounce of fear in his body when it comes to them

It’s another one of those, he’s gotta prove himself to your brothers? They think you can do better than Two-Bit, blah blah blah

But just one time where’s comforting you when you really need it or just being there for you when you need him, your brothers are a little more accepting of the hood

STEVE RANDLE

My version of Steve is an only child, so that’s going to affect this a little cause my Steve isn’t used to having siblings in general-

Is Steve afraid of your brothers? The answer is yes, very much so, thoroughly afraid of them

But he won’t act like he’s afraid, he just tries to toughen up by pushing his shoulders back and his chin up whenever he’s got to talk with them

Their approval is sort of important to him? He wants your brothers to like him, that’s really all he wants, he seeks the validation

Steve’s going to be polite then, making sure to have you home on time so you won’t break curfew

Your brothers probably think he’s a good enough kid, they’ll nag him every now and again, tease him just enough to keep him on his toes, it’s a brotherly kind of love guys

TIM SHEPARD

Tim’s not afraid of your brothers, like at all-

He’s a gang leader guys, he deals with “big and scary” guys all the time so your brothers aren’t going to be any different

Tim’s got an attitude, that’s for sure, and it’s not going to change when it comes to your brothers, he’s still going to be a jerk and pester them and push all their buttons

He’s not rude? Like he follows the rules they’ve set for you, but he’s a little passive-aggressive, whispering comments that you’ll smack him for and just being a menace

Tim doesn’t take too kindly to teasing, he’s not going to let them push him around and your brothers will probably figure that out really fast

Again, your brothers probably don’t like him, whether they don’t like Tim himself or they don’t like the Shepard gang? No one will ever know

CURLY SHEPARD

Your Brothers Either Don’t Like Him Or Just Don’t Like The Shepard Gang Pt.2

Curly’s not the greatest kid, he gets into trouble and does things he shouldn’t, but he’s used to having a scary older brother

Tim’s pretty good about keeping him in line, so he’s not too surprised when your brothers make rules about him coming around

Is Curly going to follow all of them? Probably not, he treats them more like guidelines than actual rules, curfew is more of a recommendation in his mind than a hard rule to follow

He takes care of you though, that’s something your brothers have to admit about Curly, he takes good care of you

From making sure he’s between you and whatever danger you might find yourself against to simply sharing his food with you if you’re hungry <3

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